Garadar is located in the northeast of Nagrand. The terrain is slightly higher and it is built close to the lake. Most of the residents in the village make a living by grazing and fishing. They follow ancient shamanistic traditions and hate the so-called demonic power.
The Catastrophe 20 years ago destroyed half of Outland, and most of the orc settlements were razed to the ground. The surviving Mag'har tribe, under the leadership of Gaiaan's grandmother, established the original Frostwolf Clan leader Galad here.
The village named after it, and sheltered many orphans who were separated from their parents, including the descendants of Garrogg, Deadeye, Hellscream and Saurfang.
Nowadays, the descendants of these orc heroes have grown up one after another and become the pillars of the Mag'har tribe's force. Galadar no longer has the image of a weak and vulnerable refuge, but has become a force that cannot be underestimated in the outer world.
It is precisely because of this that Illidan would spare a hand during the tense moment of dealing with Shattrath, and did not forget to use some small tricks on the orcs.
"Garadar is ahead, Mr. Regan," Dranos reined in the reins and pointed to the thick wooden fence clearly visible not far away. "Please wait for a moment while I report to Grandma Gaiaan.
Later, please come in and explain in detail.”
"Okay, you've got your work done," Regan replied briefly, and at the same time motioned Herod to gather his troops and rest here temporarily.
Dranos nodded slightly, pulled the reins and was about to enter the village, but suddenly his face changed, and he frowned and looked at the entrance of Galadar:
The originally calm road suddenly shook. A moment later, a group of wolf cavalry filed out from Galadar, lined up in full gear, blocking the alliance army.
"Garrosh..." Dranos winked at Roxas and whispered, "Tell your human friends not to cause trouble. This muscular man is not as easy to talk to as me!"
Just as he was talking, a sturdy orc emerged from the crowd, staring gloomily at the Alliance army and Dranos beside him. He was wearing an old suit of armor, but everyone present could smell it.
Sensing the smell of condensed blood, the somewhat knowledgeable general secretly thought with horror: How many brutal fights would it take to have such a compelling evil spirit?
Roxas touched his head: "That boy from Hellscream's family? I remember he was a sick boy when he was young. How come he has become... uh, like his father?"
"Shh..." Dranos waved his hand towards his cousin, indicating that he should stop talking, "If you want to go in safely, don't mention him..."
"Deno!" Garrosh raised his voice and interrupted the conversation between the Saurfang brothers, scolding him with great displeasure, "Why are you with these pink-skinned guys? Don't you know they are enemies of the Horde!"
Dranos snorted: "It's not your turn to teach me a lesson, Garrosh! These humans are here to resolve the misunderstanding between us and the Tara Breakers. As landowners, you and I should introduce Grandma Gaiaan to them.
!”
"Resolve the misunderstanding?" Garrosh scanned the human army opposite him provocatively and sneered, "You have to have this ability to be a mediator. Are they... qualified?"
"It's up to you to decide whether you're qualified or not!" The red generals were all angry when they heard this. Herod even took a step forward and shouted angrily, "If you want to raise a seed, I'll show you, Uncle Herod.
I’d like to teach you what politeness is!”
"Ha, some people are really impatient!" Garrosh seemed to have completely inherited his father's warlike factor. He was not angry but happy about the challenge from humans. He jumped down from the warg and raised two short blades.
Ax said, "Then come, Alliance dog breeds, let me see what you are capable of!"
"As you wish, brown-skinned pig!" Herod swung his double-edged axe, crossed a distance of more than ten yards in just two steps, and slashed at Garrosh's head. The speed was so fast that Roxas was stunned.
Unstoppable
"Hmph!" A trace of disdain flashed in the orc's eyes, and he raised his left ax to block the opponent's powerful and heavy blow. The strong reaction force knocked Herod back dozens of steps, but Garrosh did not even stagger.
"You are not qualified." The orc shook his head, causing the red warrior's face to turn red. "Damn it, you..."
"That's enough, Garrosh!" Dranos walked to the center of the two confrontations and said with a gloomy face, "Things have priorities, and now is not the time for you to show off your brute strength! If your bones are itchy and need to be repaired,
, I will help you relax after meeting grandma!"
Garrosh narrowed his eyes and sneered with unknown meaning: "Deno, what are your intentions in protecting humans so much? Have you forgotten that they are the tribe's most troublesome opponents in Azeroth!"
"Whether you are an opponent or not only depends on the individual's heart," Roxas said suddenly, "Garrush, I think Grandma Gaiaan has not only taught you how to be bellicose and reckless in the past twenty years.
For a qualified tribal chief, the first thing you have to do is to be calm and have an overall view. If you can only use your blood to direct the melon seeds in your head, what is the difference between your father... and a reckless man?"
"Are you... Roxas?" Garrosh was furious when he heard this, but upon closer inspection, he felt that the other person looked quite familiar. After thinking about it, he turned out to be his childhood playmate in Nagrand: At that time
He was still young and the child-headed Roxas was the nanny and eldest brother of a bunch of brats, so even though they hadn't seen each other for twenty years, Garrosh recognized him immediately.
"Yes, it's me!" Roxas replied proudly, "You are now an adult, and you should understand how heavy the burden is on you. If you continue to be so impulsive and aggressive, how will you lead the Warsong clan..."
"Enough!" Garrosh suddenly growled, cutting off Roxas's words.
"I know how I should take my own path, and you don't need to worry about it..." The orc's tone softened slightly, "But my well-intentioned brother understands, Locke." Garrosh looked at the human army with a hint of disgust and said, "Since you all
If I think it is necessary for them to talk to their grandmother, then I will listen to everyone...but!"
Garrosh suddenly pointed his ax at Regan, "I want to fight this guy who seems to be the strongest. If he can win, I will give way!"
"Absurd! Do you think this is child's play!" The Saurfang brothers reprimanded in unison, but were stopped by Ragen raising his hand.
The knight smiled at the two of them, indicating that they didn't need to worry, "Orc, are you sure you want to fight me?"
"Nonsense, even a fool can see that you are the strongest among this group of people, why do I need to be suspicious!" Garrosh turned his axes in a circle and said impatiently, "Come on, don't waste any more time.
time!"
Looking at Garrosh's provocative face, Regan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and made a calming gesture towards his glaring subordinates: "Okay, if I don't even accept the challenge, it would be too rude... After all,
, we are here to be your guests.”
Regen turned over and dismounted, and just stood still casually. The pressure that was emitted invisibly was as strong as a mountain, making the people around him feel suffocated. Sure enough, after Sargeras' transformation and Harveys's spiritual realm,
Thanks to the blessing, the knight's strength has reached a higher level. I believe that even if he confronts the Lich King head-on now, he will be able to fight, instead of relying on the help of the paladin martyrs to repel the opponent like before at the Holy Light's Hope Chapel.
"Haha, I really didn't miss it. Your strength is the strongest I have ever seen!" Garrosh was aroused by Regen's powerful momentum. Not only was he not discouraged at all, but his eyes were filled with blood-red desire to fight.
To say that this bellicose temperament is really inherited from the Hellscream family. Like his father, Garrosh also has a temperament that gets stronger when strong. He and Grom Hellscream fought with Demigod for a long time, and finally killed him in seconds.
The truth behind Cenarius is that no one with Hellscream in their name is a cowardly lord!
Although on the surface, Garrosh has always had a repulsive attitude towards his father - Grom led the tribe to drink the blood of the abyss lord Mannoroth, and the orcs became bloodthirsty, violent, and burned
The Legion used it and became cannon fodder to invade Azeroth, which ultimately led to the near-annihilation of the entire nation.
Garrosh has understood since he was a child that his father's faults against the tribe will never be redeemed, which led to his extremely withdrawn and paranoid character before he became an adult. Although Gaia'an's grandmother once enlightened him, the young but responsible orc still could not forgive him.
Father, he felt that Grom was not only a disgrace to the tribe, but also a stain on the Hellscream family.
But at the same time, the restless heart of the young orc is the same as that of his father: they are eager to fight and embrace death. Only the blood of the strong can relieve the hungry axes of Hellscream... To a certain extent, Garrosh even
Even worse than Grom!
Perhaps in his opinion, the stronger the opponent, the more powerful it will be. The men of the Hellscream family are originally destined to kill on the battlefield, so what if gods are standing in front of them? The battle axes in their hands will not change due to the holy light.
blunt!
"Human, tell me your name!" Garrosh crossed his arms solemnly and gave a duel salute to Regan. "I can foresee that this battle will be the most unforgettable in my life!"
Regan smiled upon hearing this, took the Great Royal Sword from Sam, and held it in front of his chest in a distant salute: "Stormwind City Paladin, Christian Regan... I can also foresee that you will
Become a strong man no less powerful than your father.”
Garrosh's pupils shrank slightly and he said in a deep voice, "Are you mocking me, human?"
"No, I am placing a hope, young orc," the golden holy energy gradually rose, shrouding the Great Royal Sword and the Judgment Armor in a halo. At this time, Regen looked like the majestic God of Judgment.
, "The bloodline of Hellscream has always been surrounded by endless battles and blood. I hope you can break it and change it like your father!"
The orc's face twitched and he roared angrily: "Stop talking nonsense and watch your moves!"